To end thy weary, weary quest, For love has found a way.] [_Titania coming forward, waves Her star-tipped wand, and looks up toward Princess at the window._ _Titania._ Princess Winsome, When thy good Godmother Bade thee spin Love's thread, It was with this promise, These the words she said: All the world helps gladly Those who help themselves.
The thread thou spinnest bravely, Shall be woven by elves.
And now, O Princess Winsome, How much hast thou spun, As thy wheel, a-whirling, Turned from sun to sun?
_Princess._ This, O Queen Titania.

[_Holding up mammoth ball._ To the humming wheel's refrain, I sang, and spun the measure Of one great golden skein.
And winding, winding, winding, At last I wound it all, Until the thread all golden Made a mammoth wonder-ball.
_Titania._ Here below thy casement Thy true knight waiting stands.
Drop the ball thou holdest Into his faithful hands.
[_Princess drops the ball, Knight catches it, and as Titania waves her wand, he starts along the line of Fairies.

They each take hold as the Witch and Ogre come darting in, she brandishing her broomstick, he his bludgeon.

They come through gate of the Orchard in the background.

As the ball unwinds, the Fairies march around them, tangling them in the yards and yards of narrow yellow ribbon, singing as they go.
Fairy Chorus._ We come, we come at thy call, On rainbow bubbles we float.
We fairies, one and all, Have answered the Wind-flute's note.
To the aid of the gallant Knight, To the help of the Princess fair, To the rescue of the Prince, We come to the Ogre's lair.
We come, we come at thy call, The Witch and Ogre to quell, And now they both must bow To the might of the fairies' spell.
Love's Golden Thread can bind The strongest Ogre's arm, And the spell of the blackest Witch Must yield to its mighty charm.
[_Ogre and Witch stand bound and helpless, tangled in golden cord.
They glower around with frightful grimaces.